Mother you saw the cuts on my hands you asked me what they were I told you they were barbed wire scratches when I climbed up a tree in our backyard.
Mother, there are no trees here.
but you stayed silent in the church pews praying to a god who couldn't save your daughter.
Mother, remember when you tucked me at night and held me because I am afraid of the dark but told me nothing would go wrong because you are the light of my life. and everything is gonna be alright.
what happened?
one day, you asked me if he does things to me when we are alone I felt your chest tighten as i replied with nothing but a straight face i forced myself to shake my head
just to see you breathe again.
Mother, you saw the lines under my eyes you keep telling me I should go home earlier go to bed earlier but you do not understand that monsters do not always hide under your bed sometimes, they welcome you
"home"
Mother, I want to tell you but do you really look at me? or you just see the smiles and how hard I try not to make you worry.
do I really have to end up in hospital beds before you finally see how unhappy I have been?
do I have to destroy myself even more?
Mother, tell me when is everything going to be alright?
Mother you know how much I hate enclosed spaces and darkness but right now caskets seem like a pretty good bed to finally sleep.